Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.